By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 O UNEXHAUSTED grace!
      O love unsearchable!
      I am not gone to my own place,
      I am not yet in hell!
      Earth doth not open yet,
      My soul to swallow up!
      And hanging o'er the burning pit,
      I still am forced to hope.

      2 I hope at last to find
      The kingdom from above,
      The settled peace, the constant mind,
      The everlasting love;
      The sanctifying grace
      That makes me meet for home:
      I hope to see thy glorious face,
      Where sin can never come.

      3 What shall I do to keep
      The blessed hope I feel?
      Still let me pray, and watch, and weep,
      And serve thy pleasure still;
      O may I never grieve
      My kind, long-suffering Lord!
      But steadfastly to Jesus cleave,
      And answer all his word.

      4 Lord, if thou hast bestowed
      On me this gracious fear,
      This horror of offending God,
      O keep it always here!
      And that I never more
      May from thy ways depart,
      Enter with all thy mercy's power,
      And dwell within my heart.